Blaine walked down the halls of McKinley for the last time. His bags were already packed and ready to go at home, and He had quit his job at the Lima Bean. All he had to do was face Kurt and tell him the conciquences of him finally coming out to his parents.
Blaine sat by himself at lunch, distincing himself from the Glee Club not wanting to offically put everything to an end. He heard a tray slide in beside him and looked up and saw the emerald green eyes staring back at him.
"How did everything go last night?" Kurt asked him tentatively.
Blaine pushed his tray away and walked out of the cafteria in silence. Kurt followed him, persistant.
"Blaine, What happened?"
The curly haired boy turned around, anger rising in his eyes, "Their sending me away. Parvarotti's School of Displine, In Westernville. They believe this is just another stage in my depression. And on top of everything else, Once I go there, I can't come back. I can't talk to any of you, I can't talk to you Kurt."
Kurt looked shocked, He took Blaine in a tight hug, "You can always talk to me Blaine. There will always be an invisible thread that connects us."
It was the first time either of them had echknowleged the link between them, but neither of them said another word. Just hugged, with no more words said.
It was later that afternoon and Blaine was standing on the otherside of the gates to Parvarotti's School of Displine. His parents were unloading his bags, and then they were all going to have a meeting with the headmaster. Buffy had been quiet every since there parents had offically announced Blaine's send away. She couldn't absorb the fact she wasn't going to see her brother every morning when she woke up. Both her parents worked all the time, She was going to be alone.
"The Andersons?" A tall brunette woman asked, walking up to them. She was wearing a perfectly tailored suit, and her long nails were painted a fierce red. Her glasses matched her harshly painted nails and gave Blaine the impression of a hawk's eyes upon him.
Mr. Anderson put down Blaine's final suitcase and wiped his hands on his pants. "Erick Anderson, And this is my wife Monica." Their mother shook hands with the lady and smiled.
The lady flashed what must of been her attempt at a charming smile, but to Blaine, She looked terrifying. "It's a pleasure to meet both of you, I'm Headmistress Safrain."
Mr. Anderson smiled at the tall lady, "This is my daughter Buffy, and My Son, Blaine." Buffy curtised, even though she was wearing skinny jeans. It just seemed like the right thing to do in the current situation. Blaine did his best to smile, but failed.
"You must be my new pupil." Safrain said, giving him the once-over. "Yes, Well I'm sure after our two year program you'll be as normal as any of my other pupils. Please, Come with me to my office."
The family followed behind her, the only sound coming from the click clack of her heels against the wood. They entered her tall darkly paneled office and sat down in the dark chairs.
"Blaine will be in dorm 405 in the Red Wing. Here is a list of your classes." She passed him a sheet of white paper, "You are expected to be out of bed by 5:30 AM sharp. Each morning at 6:00 AM is your morning church session, during that time each dorm will be searched throughly for any illegal items as well as the computers checked. Dinner is at 5:30 PM and lasts until 6:00 PM in which after we will attend your nightly church session. Lights out is at 10:00 PM no acceptions. If you are caught with any illegal items, You will report to Coach Emanuel, where you will run laps until you cannot run any longer. Any questions?"
"Um, yes, I have one, well two." Buffy spoke up, breaking her silence, "When will families and friends be allowed to visit?"
"Family and Friends are allowed to visit on holidays and the students day of birth. And your second question?"
"Is running someone until they drop a legal form of punishment in schools?" Her tone had a hint of hard sass to it that usually shocked most grown ups.
Headmistress Safrain gave her a steely smile, "I would be careful with your mouth young lady. Parvarotti isn't a boys only school."
"I'd like to see any of your crack pot staff even try to-" Buffy began but was silenced by her mother.
"Thank you Headmistress Safrain. My daughter will be quiet now."
"Come, I'll show you to your dorm." She stood from her tall chair and walked out, and down a hall marked RED in big bold letters.
Blaine had been silent the entire time at his new school. This was his own personal hell. As an athiest himself, He wasn't sure how he would react to the preaching he would have to endure. He wasn't worried about the laps, he was in pretty good shape himself so it wouldnt be to much tourture. The headmistress unlocked his room and the family walked inside. She checked her coach watch and gave another one of her famous steely smiles.
"Your roommate is off at their classes, I'm sure you'll meet them soon enough. I'll give you and your family time to say goodbye. I expect to see you at dinner at 5:30 sharp." She closed the door and walked off, Blaine heard the clacking of her heels against the wood and turned to say goodbye to his family.
"Well, Goodbye son." His father said, clapping one hand on his back.
"Good luck Blaine." His mother whispered hugging him tightly.
Buffy looked at her brother for a moment and then ran into his arms, knocking him off balance for a moment, and whispered something in his ear"I love you Blaine. Don't change for this program, no matter what. I will always love you." She placed an envelope in his hand, "From me."
The Andersons snapped their fingers, letting their daughter know to get a move on. She gave her brother one last hug and pecked him on the cheek. "I love you Blaine. Never forget that."
She left, wiping tears from her eyes, leaving Blaine alone in his new room. He got to work unpacking his stuff and about half an hour later, The door creaked open and he saw his roomate for the first time.
She was about 5"2. Only a bit shorter than he was. She was wearing a short black and white plaid skirt with a high collared white shirt tucked into it. She had a bowtie on the matched her skirt and white knee high socks with her black mary janes. She smiled at him and ran a hand through her silky black hair.
"They told me I was getting a roomate. I'm Arabella Carson. I prefer to be called Ara, but they insist I go by full name here." She rolled her brilliant blue eyes and smiled, "Who are you and what are you in for?"
Blaine was slightly taken aback by her attitude, but recovered quickly, "Blaine Anderson, My parents sent me here when I came out to them. What's up with your outfit?"
"School uniform. Yours is in the closet." She gestured to the closet off to the cornor. "Were required to wear them all but when were asleep."
Blaine made his way over to his closet and opened it, revealing several pair of black pressed trouser pants and a white button up shirts. Maybe twently black and white plaid bowties were hanging beside four plain black blazers with the schools logo emblazed on them. He sighed and closed the door, and turned back to his roomate.
"Is it normal for a boy and girl to share a room here?" He asked her bluntly.
"It is if the boys gay and the girl is lesbian." She responded with an equal amount of bluntness. "Yeah, Yeah, I'm a lesbian, My parents sent me here, You know the deal."
Blaine nodded, "How long have you been here?"
"Six months in about two weeks. My mom caught me making out with my girlfriend and flipped shit." She flopped down on her black bed, Blaine noticed both beds had the school logo emblazed on the comforter and sighed, sitting on his own bed. "I should warn you, The list of illegal items is on the door. You might want to wipe your computer hard drive clean unless you feel like dying tomorrow. Their strict about finding the illegal items here."
"Thanks for the tip. I'll do that in a bit." He picked up the envelope Buffy had given him and tore it open, suprised to find two papers falling out.
"Who's that from?" Arabella asked, noticing the papers.
"My sister." He pointed to a picture he had placed by his bedside of him and her they had taken at the statefair.
"Hey, She's hot." She commented.
"Sorry, She doesn't play for your team." Blaine said, wanting to go read his letters.
"Oh well, I can see I'm being a bother. I'll leave you to read your letters in peace then." She turned back to her side of the room and pulled her laptop out from under her bed and powered it on, leaving Blaine to read the two letters.
As suspected, One of the letters was from Buffy.
The other was from Kurt.
Just let it be known, that I myself do believe in God. But I understand that some religions can be really homophobic which is why I included the church session thing. No offense to any people out there. Im not discriminating. READ AND REVIEW!